The Avengers Intervene, Psychic Mutants (Seeking Readership!)

The situation with Bruce Banner was far beyond what Nick Fury had imagined.

The doctor, dressed in a white lab coat, glanced at the report in his hand and the fluctuating electrocardiogram displayed on the nearby monitor.

He looked up at Nick Fury standing before him and said, "There are no physical injuries on his body, but tests show his brain waves are extremely chaotic, as if he is trapped in a nightmare."

"A nightmare?" Nick Fury felt his black head beginning to throb.

How could he be trapped in a nightmare?

In the Avengers he had originally assembled, Hulk was considered one of their top combat assets.

Yet now, Bruce Banner was unconscious and stuck in a nightmare.

It truly made him feel a headache coming on.

Moreover, he had been preparing to send Coulson and other agents, along with the Avengers—who currently only had a member or two—to retrieve the Tesseract.

As a result, Hulk had actually been beaten into this state by that Mutant.

This made Nick Fury feel completely out of sorts.

Black Widow stood beside Nick Fury, watching his furrowed black face, and raised an eyebrow as she asked, "What? When you sent him and me to find that Mutant, didn't you consider that this might happen?"

"No," Nick Fury shook his head, "I did consider it."

"But in my opinion, the danger level of that Mutant was not as high as Hulk's."

As Nick Fury spoke, he flipped through the data summarized by the analysts.

This was information analyzed by S.H.I.E.L.D.'s exclusive analysts based on the combat footage of Captain Locke's armed squad against that Mutant.

"Clearly, your estimation was wrong," Black Widow Natasha said mercilessly.

"That is the case," Nick Fury nodded.

"It seems that if we want Bruce Banner to wake up again, we will have to find that Mutant."

He closed the file, a trace of hatred hidden deep in his eyes.

In his early years, Nick Fury had participated in several campaigns.

He had seen many different kinds of Mutants.

Especially when those Mutants lost control, the energy they unleashed was astonishing.

His best comrade at the time had died at the hands of an out-of-control Mutant.

Therefore, these Mutants with terrifying abilities had to be controlled.

"We must have the Avengers mobilize..." Nick Fury muttered.

"We really must control these guys, otherwise, who knows what America will become in the future."

The pitch-black flames of Amaterasu burned Alick and Jeremy's bodies into ash, bit by bit.

Lynn's figure gradually vanished into the night sky.

Since someone wanted to take him out, it was only reasonable for him to take the initiative and eliminate that person, right?

Not to mention, that black woman had already fallen under his illusion.

He estimated that by now, she might have already turned the person behind the scenes into a sieve.

However, just to be safe, Lynn decided to go there himself.

Thinking of this, the muscles in his legs contracted violently, and immense force acted upon the concrete ground as he kicked off.

The concrete floor instantly developed spiderweb-like cracks, shattering in all directions.

Lynn transformed into a blurred figure in an instant, surging forward with a sudden burst of speed.

Under the night sky, his figure flashed continuously through mid-air.

Moonwalk, one of the Six Powers.

With Lynn's current physical fitness and stamina, as long as he had enough time, he could cross the entire globe.

And now, Lynn was using Moonwalk to head in the direction the black woman had gone.

Below, the piercing sound of sirens wailed sharply.

Countless people fled in panic, while at the same time, countless police officers armed with guns rushed toward the government building.

Clearly, Wolverine Logan and Hans and the others must have already begun their operation.

Lynn pushed off with his feet again, vaulting over a high-rise building ahead, and soon arrived at Hell's Kitchen in New York.

"It really is this place," a look of realization appeared on Lynn's face.

Without even needing to think, the only place in New York where one could find these killers and Mutant assassins was undoubtedly this center of sin, Hell's Kitchen.

Although it was only eight small streets, the evil here was likely something even eight Satans couldn't compare to.

Soon, Lynn's figure landed in a small alley on 39th Street.

After stepping out of the alley, he had already transformed into someone else's appearance.

A bald head, a scar across his face, a fierce look, and muscles bulging all over his body.

This was Lynn's current guise.

Hell's Kitchen at night was extremely chaotic, not to mention the drizzle drifting down from the sky.

Lynn raised his head and looked ahead.

The fine rain dripped down from the night sky, shrouding the city in a hazy veil of water.

Neon lights flickered on the street ahead, vehicles flowed in an endless stream, and headlights cast blurred halos on the wet road.

There were also quite a few men with malicious smiles standing along the street, eyeing passersby like tigers stalking their prey.

Lynn walked toward the direction of the Black woman he had sensed.

Because of the Genjutsu Seed, his perception could exceed his own natural limits.

In other words, that Genjutsu Seed acted like the only light source in the dark of night.

Lynn only needed to walk toward that light source.

Just then, a Black man in a hoodie walked toward Lynn, his right hand preparing to pull something out of his pocket.

A cold glint flickered in Lynn's eyes, and a pair of scarlet Mangekyou Sharingan instantly manifested.

Immediately after, the Black man's expression went blank, and he turned around to walk into the alley Lynn had just exited.

Then, several gunshots rang out.

Hearing the gunfire, Lynn shoved his hands into his pockets and walked toward the street ahead without looking back.

The surrounding raindrops hit his body, but were shaken off by his hyper-active cells.

Under the 80% Perfect Realm, Lynn's control over his own body had reached a state of pure perfection.

The only thing lacking now was the mental aspect.

Although his spirit had become extremely resilient due to the Mangekyou Sharingan and Observation Haki, it still wasn't enough.

After all, Lynn was constantly on guard against that old schemer Professor X invading his brain.

He didn't think that he, having not yet broken through to Magnetic Field Rotation, could withstand Professor X's mental intrusion.

Therefore, after finishing the business here, he would have to start thinking about how to train his mental will.

Inside a dark and cramped room.

The Black woman was held fast by several men, sitting on a chair.

"She's been controlled."

A pale, thin white youth said.

He was the Subject 03 Mutant sent by Black Skull.

He possessed not only mental abilities but also telekinesis.

However, compared to his brother, Subject 01, his telekinesis was much weaker.

"Then kill her."

A burly man with a thick beard and sunglasses held a pistol to the Black woman's head.

Bang.

The bullet went straight into the Black woman's skull, spraying scarlet blood.

"Next, I will attempt to invade his mental world. If everything goes smoothly, we should be able to capture him."

Subject 03 said to Will.

They were clearly the team sent by Black Skull to capture Lynn.

Compared to Captain Locke's squad, their team was smaller, but their equipment and personnel configuration were far superior.

Subject 03 extended his hands, preparing to invade Lynn's mental world.

Once he succeeded in the intrusion, he could directly control Lynn.

Before this, he had already controlled countless Mutants using this move.

Aside from mental-type Mutants, basically no Mutant could withstand this technique of his.

And when Will saw Subject 03 make his move, a confident smile appeared on his face.

Those two guys, Cavan and Locke, had actually been wiped out despite bringing those heavy weapons; they were simply trash among trash.

With him bringing Subject 03 along to deal with a Mutant who lacked mental abilities, wouldn't it be as easy as pie?

However, just as he was thinking happily to himself, Subject 03's pale complexion suddenly turned deathly white, his face filled with an expression of horror.

"This... what is this place?!"